A whole new body, apparently slower, but it is not. I wait, in motion, in the present, a place where you cannot rush. I feel the moment, touch it, sometimes I am the moment. I feel my body blooming, finding new places I want to go. A continuous game that keeps me focused, on the edge of what is to come. I inhabit every second, the present moment, destroying the shape. It is the journey what prevails. Delicate, subtle, vulnerable, simple. A feeling of eternity. Touching the depth before emerging to the surface.